To Your Island

When Wang Jiexiang arrived home, the door was knocked.

Open the door, and the landlord stands outside.

Without having to waste her tongue, Wang Jiexiang went back to the house to pack up his belongings, and prepared to withdraw the rent. At the end of the month, her rent was only paid until this month. Wang Jiexiang remembered the "ugly words" the landlord told her early in the morning.

A backpack when he came, and a backpack when he left. Wang Jiexiang put on the thickest coat, returned the keys to the landlord, and apologized to her.

The landlady sighed and patted her hand.

Wang Jiexiang walked all the way, walked uphill, left the village in the city, and reached the main road.

She came out simply, she actually had nowhere to go.

The snow is so heavy, and the foot is stepping on the snow, every step there is a fine cracking sound.

Looking at a wide world and the lights of Wanjia in the building, Wang Jiexiang wandered aimlessly with his hands in his pockets.

There is a row of storefronts across the street. They have no store names and open their doors generously. The pink light penetrates from the inside to the outside, soaking through the plastic curtain. Wang Jiexiang was attracted by the light and passed by the shop.

The streets are red, the walls are red, and the interlaced pinks gather together to form a pool of overripe bright red.

Wang Jiexiang passing by, like walking inside people's bodies. The light was hot, and the sight was filled with untouchable blood. The smell of perfume, sweat and smoke, they are like a mass of exposed organs, naked, squirming, swallowing.

Wang Jiexiang didn't dare to look inside the store. She didn't understand much, but she didn't understand anything.

The hands in the pockets were tightly clenched, she stared at the floor and walked away quickly, as if accidentally glancing at it would arouse the red light's attention and be swallowed by it.

When she finally passed that area, the feeling of discomfort still followed her.

Wang Jiexiang walked slowly, thinking of something in his mind.

What to do in the future, where to live tonight, where will the money come from, how long will the snow fall... She couldn't help but look back at the ambiguous pink.

Wang Jiexiang was not clever, and even stupidly stupid many times, at this time her mind was confused again.

It was her belly that interrupted her nonsense.

The stomach screamed.

There was a small supermarket near home, Wang Jiexiang swallowed, and went there unknowingly.

The fluorescent lights illuminate the supermarket. It has not yet closed. The rectangular red carpet at the door says "Welcome". She sat down on the steps outside the small supermarket.

She intends to stay here for a while.

The children who came out of the supermarket cast a one-yuan coin and played in the cradle at the door.

The rocking cradle is in the shape of a cartoon tiger. When money is poured in, the two small lights under the car will light up.

The child held the fake steering wheel, and the little tiger began to sway and sing.

"The stars in the sky don't speak, and the dolls on the ground miss their mother."

"The eyes in the sky blink and blink, and Lu Binghua's mother's heart."

Wang Jiexiang cast his gaze to the winter night sky.

Are there stars in the sky?

Will mother look at her in the sky?

Snow flies flying, and the chaotic pure white fragments fascinates the eyes.

The children sang cheerfully:

"The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart and soul are on the horizon.

Every night I think of mother's words, shining tears, Lu Binghua. "

The homeless child, who was a good baby before, has a meaty heart.

Since I lost my mother, the flowers have withered, singing and tears have been locked.

Without a mother, she grew up; without a mother, there would be no home.

Listening to the song "Lu Binghua", Wang Jiexiang burst into tears as he shook the car with glittering colorful lights.

The child was frightened by her crying, leaving behind the little tiger who was still singing, and ran into the supermarket to find his mother.

Wang Jiexiang got on the cradle.

Squeezing into the children's seat, she hugged her knees and curled up.

The song stopped, and her tears continued.

There was a figure around him, thinking that it was probably the kid just now, Wang Jiexiang shrank his shoulders, unwilling to look up, unwilling to leave the rocking car.

A pack of tissues was handed to her.

Weeping hard, Wang Jiexiang couldn't catch her breath for a while, and she struggled to open her dim teary eyes. She looked at the owner of the tissue.

He is a faceless young man.

He is carrying the shopping bag in one hand and the pack of paper in the other. He may have just come out of the small supermarket.

The man wears a gray down jacket with deep contours of eyebrows and thin lips.

There is no concern or curiosity on his face, his eyes are quiet.

He is very tall, standing in the snow, blocking the snow and the wind.

She did not take his paper.

The man patiently unpacked the package, put the paper into the palm of her fist, then turned and left.

Wang Jiexiang looked down.

The paper is soft, white and fragrant.

Hold it in your hand, like holding a handful of clouds.

The man walked away, his back was a black spot in the snowy night. Seeing that he was about to disappear from sight, Wang Jiexiang jumped out of the cradle and ran towards him in strides.

She was noticed by him when she was ten meters away from him.

Wang Jiexiang fell a big somersault.

Xuehou didn't hurt when she fell. She shook the snow she had touched, got up and chased after her.

Together, she saw him turning around.

He stared at himself.

Wang Jiexiang closed his eyes awkwardly, not daring to move.

When the man continued to move forward, she kept the distance of ten meters, and continued to follow him step by step.

However, as he walked, Wang Jiexiang realized that something was wrong.

This road is clearly her way home.

Through the row of wooden houses and downhill, she followed him closer and closer. The man seemed to acquiesce to her quietly following, except for looking back when he first found her, he didn't look at her again.

When they arrived at his home, both of them made important discoveries.

Wang Jiexiang discovered: The man is the neighbor who lives next to her.

The man found out that the door of the house next to his house had a red "recruitment" note posted on the door.

"Aren't you going back to your own home?"

Yin Xian turned around and asked the little girl who was peeping at him in the dark, holding the wall with her hands.

She shook her head.

Not going back to my own home...

That is, follow him home.

So, crying so badly at the entrance of the supermarket is it because you were driven out by the landlord?

Yin Xian turned on the light at home.

Whether it was photophobia or other reasons, she suddenly shrank behind the wall. He glanced at the corner of the wall and saw only the toes of her shoes, her body hidden.

Yin Xian was carrying things.

He concealed the door and went home first to remove them.

He took off his jacket after boiling some hot water.

After doing this, the little girl at the door still didn't come, he looked through the window, and she was still standing in the corner.

The snow is heavy.

Yin Xian soaked two bowls of instant noodles and opened the door.

He is not accustomed to doing this kind of thing, and he can't let go, he doesn't know what to say to others.

When the noodles can be eaten, he eats his bowl.

Taking out the spare quilt at home, he hit a floor on the floor. If she wants to come in, he can help so much.

After doing this, Yin Xian should go to bed.

He pressed the light switch and remembered that the girl's eyes seemed to be invisible in the dark, so he turned on a small bedside lamp.

The door was open and it was snowing and windy outside.

His hands and feet were tightly wrapped in the quilt.

After a hard day's work, the tired body quickly became sleepy.

Before Yin Xian was about to fall asleep, he heard the door being pushed open by "Squeak" and then closed gently.

He closed his eyes and did not speak to her.

After a while, there was the sound of "snoring" eating noodles...

Someone is walking on tiptoe...

The door was closed, it wasn't cold anymore, the quilt was warm, Yin Xian fell asleep.

The bedside lamp was turned off by "Patter", and the little girl fell asleep quietly on the floor under a thin quilt.